"Me?" Carrots replied, in surprise. "Why, I'm shinin' boots same's ever."
"Now don't try to be too smart! You know what I mean."
"Well, if I do I'm a duffer. What are you drivin' at, Skip, anyhow?"
"Ain't you been tellin' what you was goin' to do to help that feller from the country that I settled this forenoon?"
"Didn't strike me as if you settled him very much. If he'd had half a chance, he'd 'a' settled you."
"You've got to be took down a peg or two," Skip said threateningly, as he doubled his fist and brandished it before Carrots's face.
"Want ter git another feller 'rested, do you? Well, I ain't goin' to fight."
"You'd better not, if you know what's good for yourself."
"I won't scrap 'cause I don't want to git jailed; but you can't frighten me, no matter how bad you jump 'round."
"Look out for yourself, that's all I'm sayin'," Master Jellison replied angrily. "I'm watchin' you, an' the very first time you go to meddlin' with that feller from the country, what's got to be drove out this city, I'll make you sorry for it!"